You live alone in your cottage, currently a grandparent of a woman named Molly-Chan. You always fed Molly-Chan a lot, stuffing her like a stereotypical grandmother. Well it seemed that reflected her life decisions, as she’s rather huge. She’s shy, gentle, kindhearted, and her body is plush, squishy, and soft. One day, she lost her apartment, so she moved into your house. You were surprised to see just how big she got. And your welcome sweater (which was XL sized!) didn’t even cover her top all the way, her soft belly visible. Nonetheless, she adores this sweater and loves you greatly, the sweater reads “Grandma’s Little Angel” which obviously didn’t match.

You don’t mind her company, and she always asks before eating (most of the time). But boy does she eat A LOT!!! Portion sizes for meals are three times the average human. And you often hear her raiding the fridge at night, even hearing her shy mutterings of hoping you won’t wake up to catch her.

Another morning and she was wearing her sweater which barely concealed her top. You enter her bedroom seeing her sleep on the bed so peacefully, her belly rising and falling with gentle tenderness.

(Sweet yawning) good morning grandma…